The Grief of the Two Red Lines
Test Result

The puddle of water still left a little at the end of Zaira's eyes. Her best friend, Hani, had just come out after calming her down for a while. Fortunately, there is no schedule today.

Zaira took out her HP. He typed for a moment and then placed it on his right ear.

"Hello. Baby, what's up?" Voice over the other side shortly after connecting.

"Am I interrupting, Mom?" Zaira asked a little worriedly. Still wondering if he should say it?

"Absolutely not. Already eaten? Want to have lunch later?" Ask Bian attentively.

"I miss.."

The one across from laughing. "My wife's funnel. We'll eat out tonight, how?"

"Yes. I'm waiting at home". Zaira put down her hp. Still considering whether to convey to her husband. Although he was sure Brian would have accepted the situation. But still, Zaira's heart was troubled.

****

The cold air at night still shows a sprinkling of stars on it. The atmosphere outside the cafe is getting sweeter.

Bian sat opposite his wife. Never bored even though their household age is quite long.

With the fingers of Zaira. Like knowing that the wife is not okay.

"Say" Brian started the conversation. "There's gotta be something to say, right?"

Zaira nodded slowly. Though her heart was steady, but in front of her husband now her heart was a bit short. Afraid to see Brian's sad face.

"I.. will report our test results yesterday, Mas". Zaira waited for her husband's response. Brian is waiting.

"We're not okay. I'm really sorry..."

"Darling.." Brian cut off Zaira's speech. "I don't mind that at all. I've said it many times." In his hand was his wife's hand which was bowed deeply. He did not want his wife to dissolve in his grief. Brian really showed his warm attitude as a husband.

Zaira cried sobbing. Brian moved up next to Zaira. He hugged her while rubbing Zaira's back. He knew Zaira's sadness. And repeatedly Brian said no problem about the child. But he saw Zaira feeling failed.

After they calmed down, they went home. Especially Zaira whose face is still swollen.

After cleaning themselves, they lay themselves on the bed.

Brian brushed his wife's hair.

"Yes, baby. I beg you." pinta Brian hugging his wife. His hug was countered by Zaira who had slid her face into Brian's chest. Tears still drip. But Brian let it go. Let Zaira resolve her grief, Brian. He gently stroked his wife's back until they fell asleep.

****

The morning went on as usual. Brian was running in the morning, while Zaira was cooking in the kitchen.

Mbok Inah who is in order to pay attention to Zaira.

"Non, the fried rice is almost charred".

"Oh.." Zaira flinched and hurriedly stirred the fried rice then turned off the stove.

"Non if tired, just love Mbok. Let Mbok continue. Non Ira rest". Mbok Inah saw Zaira's face not as bright as usual.

Zaira was silent. Like weighing something.

"Bok, would you like me to tell you something?"

"What is it, Non?" Ask the enthusiastic.

"Mbok, please keep this a secret. I just need a story buddy". Say Zaira while stirring her fried rice again.

Mbok Inah is still shocked to hear his employer's confession.

"Non.". " Mbok Inah voice raucous. Sadness in his voice. "How is this Non.. is Non okay?"

Zaira sighed. "I'm okay, Mommy. I just kept thinking about Mas Bian. Please keep it a secret, Mbok". Pinta Zaira once again.

Mbok Inah nodded quickly. His gaze had yet to shift from Zaira. It felt like he really wanted to hug Zaira who had been following him for many years. All this time it was just the cheer on Ira's face. Now, however, his master's face was completely moody. Especially when hearing the story, making Mbok Inah increasingly sad.

****

In the office, Brian was sitting at a long table where he and his friends used to meet. While leaning his head, he daydreamed. Actually he's a little thoughtful. He managed to hide it from his wife.

His office friend heard Brian's breath being deliberately thrown away violently to ease his mind.

"Seriously what, anyway, is your case so dizzy?" Revan asked while still staring at the screen.

Brian shut up for a second.

"Ehem.. " Brian berkehem. Doubtful if Revan could help him give encouragement so that he calmed down a little. After weighing, he asked.

"Vans. You are, you are married. My son is also 3. What do you think of my condition now?"

"How's what?" Tanya Revan doesn't understand.

Brian took a breath and threw it away slowly. "For example. For example, yes, yes, your wife can not love offspring. You... how?"

Chequek! Door opens.

Andre came in with a cup of coffee.

"Seriously true your faces." He said, sitting in front of Brian.

" Brian confides. He said what if my wife can't get pregnant, well..."

Brian kicked Revan's leg from under the table.

Andre looked towards Brian. In sight, looking down.

"Don't I see you guys all right, huh?" Ask Andre who had known how Brian was talking to his wife.

Brian told me about yesterday's incident. Starting from fertility tests to results that make Zaira sobbing.

"To be frank, Yan. I was expecting a descent. To continue my generation and my dignity. So, if my wife can't get pregnant, I might get married again." Revan's confession was a bit of a surprise to Brian. Because all this time he did not think about the successors of his descendants. "How about you, what's the matter of heredity?"

Brian was silent for a moment. His mind was filled with the gloomy face of Zaira.

"I wasn't so worried from the start, actually. But you really said. It's about the bloodline."

"But, Yan. Didn't you guys agree not to bother with that?" Ask Andre seriously.

Brian was silent but his lips were about to say something.

"Actually when I ran off this morning, I met Rina, my ex whom I told me about that time".

"What!!" Two people in front of Brian kicked down the table.

Seriate....